“AT dawn,” he said, “I bid them all farewell,
To go where bugles call and rifles gleam.”
And with the restless thought asleep he fell,
And glides ino dream.
A great hot plain from sea to mountain spread –
Through it a level river slowly drawn.
He moved with a vast crowd and at its head
Streamed banners like the dawn.
There came a blinding flash, a deafening roar,
And dissonant cries of triumph and dismay;
Blood trickled down the river’s reedy shore,
And with the dead he lay.
The morn broke in upon his solemn dream;
And still, with steady pulse and deepening eye
“Where bugles call,” he said, “and rifles gleam,
I follow, though I die!”
Wise youth! By few is glory’s wreath attained,
But death or late or soon awaiteth all.
To fight in Freedom’s cause is something gained
And nothing lost, to fall.
– Published in The Burlington Weekly Hawk-Eye, Burlington, Iowa, Saturday, May 3, 1862, p. 1
To go where bugles call and rifles gleam.”
And with the restless thought asleep he fell,
And glides ino dream.
A great hot plain from sea to mountain spread –
Through it a level river slowly drawn.
He moved with a vast crowd and at its head
Streamed banners like the dawn.
There came a blinding flash, a deafening roar,
And dissonant cries of triumph and dismay;
Blood trickled down the river’s reedy shore,
And with the dead he lay.
The morn broke in upon his solemn dream;
And still, with steady pulse and deepening eye
“Where bugles call,” he said, “and rifles gleam,
I follow, though I die!”
Wise youth! By few is glory’s wreath attained,
But death or late or soon awaiteth all.
To fight in Freedom’s cause is something gained
And nothing lost, to fall.
– Published in The Burlington Weekly Hawk-Eye, Burlington, Iowa, Saturday, May 3, 1862, p. 1
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